the life of living a lie

in a world where honesty

is a commodity

bought and sold

revealed at convenience

hidden in you and me

and is too frightening a thing

to look on

because we’re afraid to look and see

what’s there

and what’s not

and so we’re content with our

Lie of Living Life

our world

where mirrors lie

and smoke so thick

is inhaled with a hungry wish

to forget

and we hallucinate

and fabricate

and recreate

and I begin to believe that lie of me

that is on my tv screen

that is how I talk

that is how I walk

and that is what I care about

and succeed only in masking

the truth with dishonesty

two things which cannot exist

simultaneously

for a truth that is a lie

is a lie, nothing more

yet we believe that a lie

can give the truth

can give us whwat the truth isn’t

narrows our field so we can focus

and we celebrate, joyous

that our Life of Living a Lie

is somehow perversely honest

our distorted reflection

satisfies us

we are our bodies; nothing more

that figure of flesh bones

we are our words;

sounds communicated without need

but with a hungry desire

to confirm our solidity

our permanence, irreplaceablity

in this world of lies

and we forget that

a thousand lies surround one truth

each one a shadow of a shadow of the truth

as true and honest

as a lie can ever be

a reflection of our imperfections

of who we wish to be

and we are satisfied with

Living our Lie of Life

(Source: spokenworlds)